livin' with a bottle of wine
with music ladies and burned out babies
i was tryin' to write a couple of lines
sherriff gribbs with his grim ad libs
spoutin' about the crime in the street
and women were screamin' and some was dreamin'
'bout the crimes between the sheets
but somehow i pulled through
somehow we made it to baton rouge
we stayed inside for a week
we weren't in town for no mardi gras
lord knows how bad we wanted to play
but we got homesick for lincoln park
and man we just couldn't stay
something i was afraid he'd do
then all the new born philosophers
are windows for the world
then some mystic psuedo-intellectual
that got me down on the scene
it was so hip to be negative
so square to try and believe